"In the future, you will be called Worm Treasure, the treasure of Gu worms. Carambola Creek was so excited that she couldn't help herself, lying on the cooking table, staring at the golden bug with wide eyes, and still holding the hand-piercing book in her hand.

The golden worm seemed to understand, and shook its tentacles at the star fruit stream.

Carambola Xi thought that Zhou Qing had said that this insect had eaten up his Xiling tea, thought about it, and directly poured a bowl of tap water into it.

As soon as the tap water with a rich aura was poured in, the worm fell freely from the altar wall into the water, and then rolled and writhed in it happily.

Again, the winged flying insect pretended to be a handful of water bugs.

Carambola Creek looked interesting and threw some tea leaves into it.

The golden bugs really ate happily, pulling while eating.

She threw the pulp into it again.

The worm still eats happily, and pulls as it eats.

After trial and error, the results came in.

This insect is a big foodie, and everything with aura will not be refused. The water in the glass jar was gradually replaced by insects, and the original clarity seemed to be dyed with a faint gold, which was very beautiful.

And the effect of this insect feces is also very peculiar.

The addition of arsenic is highly toxic, and the addition of medicinal herbs ...... Even if it is an ordinary medicinal herb, it can make an elixir of the living dead.

Carambola Creek turned over the entire hand tie and concluded that this hand tie is also a treasure.

The first time I saw it, it was very rewarding.

The second time I looked, there was new goods again.

Third, Fourth, Fifth ...... Every time there is a new insight.

"Peach Creek. ”

Just as Carambola Creek was about to feel again, the door outside was slammed heavily.

It was Rong Jiu'er who patted her door.

Carambola immediately put away his hand ties, threw a lot of tea leaves and pulp into the glass altar, and then transferred it to Zhu Yunkou's space together with the glass altar.

Now she knew that it was a big foodie, and she could not rest assured that she would let this bug stay in the kitchen.

What if it does manage to escape the glass altar?

The things in her kitchen are going to spoil.

"Peach Creek. Rong Jiu'er shouted softly, but her tone was tense.

"Ah Jiu, what's wrong?" Yang Danxi's door opened, and he poked his head out worriedly.

"It's okay, I'll ask Taoxi to help me read the test questions. Rong Jiu'er found a very effective excuse.

As soon as Yang Danxi heard about the test questions, he immediately retreated.

Rong Jiu'er watched Yang Danxi's door close again, and then raised her hand again.

Before it fell, the door opened.

Carambola Creek stood inside the door in pajamas and looked at Rong Jiu'er: "What's wrong?"

"Uncle Qin called and asked, has Yanxi Jinxi come back? Rong Jiu'er replied in a suppressed voice.

Star Fruit Creek's pupils shrank, and her heart was in turmoil, but she quickly stabilized and asked softly, "What else did Uncle Qin say?"

Uncle Qin said that Yanxi passed by the school from outside this afternoon before entering, he was very happy at that time, and when he had lunch, he also told Mr. Zhu and Mr. Hua about his harvest during this time, and he also asked Jinxi, saying that he hadn't gone home for a long time, and asked Jinxi if he wanted to go home together to see. ”

Rong Jiu'er quickly said what happened.

Yang Yanxi has been running the sales of those fruits in the village recently, although the effect is not very good, but he has not given up.

No, it really made him find a person who was willing to buy their village's preserved fruit business.

The price given by the man was very good, Yang Yanxi was very happy, and he specially mentioned it when he had lunch at school.

After dinner, Yang Jinxi, who had completed the task very well, followed Yang Yanxi out of the school.

According to the feedback of several people around them, at first, the two did go home, but halfway they received a letter and changed their route halfway.

"What about the people who followed them?" asked Carambola Creek with a solemn expression.

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